It's a man's world

This is what you have feared too long opening old maps to see a pawn shop for freedom selling bottles at eight a.m. You can run from the secret desecration with shame’s sad flotsam

No hormones, no passion, no love when you die.

I The hesitancy of waking surfacing from the depths up and through the dreaming sea out onto the surface of sleeping. The desire to remain floating here

I wish our world could be safer for beautiful animals such as the elephant...

I enjoy sharing a view of this world.